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Tuesday, 19 July 2005 09:50 amWhee! it's raining! Amazing thing, rain: my depression has lifted and my energy levels are back up, and I've just spent a happy half-hour bouncing around the lawn, cooling my toes in the wet grass and spreading 3:2:1 with the fine abandon of the Fertiliser Fairy (glingleglingleglingle). That darned Zimbabwean drought-scarred childhood has a lot to answer for.
Term began yesterday, although, thank heavens, my teaching only starts next week; this is the last moment of calm before the chaos. Will try desperately to finish the bloody undead regenerating unkillable Tolkien paper by the end of this weekend; the nice new pile of 8 tomes on film genre is only compounding the problem. Campus very full of students, which is mildly problematical given that I'm in a crowd-phobic space again... snarling and biting people, so antisocial. However, I am rather taken by wolverine_nun's tale of a student who turned up in her office this morning in a panic because he was marked as Absent from an exam he'd written in June; turned out he'd written the wrong exam, a Commerce maths paper instead of the science one, and hadn't noticed. This says terrible things about the extent to which he is utterly out of touch with the material of his actual maths course, which must be passing in a sort of incomprehensible fog. It is my fervent belief that wolverine_nun's intellectual duty is to fail the little bugger, since by strict Darwinian principles no-one with that degree of obliviousness should be permitted to graduate.
My mad mother is celebrating her Cape Town visit in characteristic fashion; even as I type she is constructing curtains for my bedroom . Next up is to channel her onto sanding the wood for my new bookshelves. See Exploitation, Parental, for the use of, below.
Term began yesterday, although, thank heavens, my teaching only starts next week; this is the last moment of calm before the chaos. Will try desperately to finish the bloody undead regenerating unkillable Tolkien paper by the end of this weekend; the nice new pile of 8 tomes on film genre is only compounding the problem. Campus very full of students, which is mildly problematical given that I'm in a crowd-phobic space again... snarling and biting people, so antisocial. However, I am rather taken by wolverine_nun's tale of a student who turned up in her office this morning in a panic because he was marked as Absent from an exam he'd written in June; turned out he'd written the wrong exam, a Commerce maths paper instead of the science one, and hadn't noticed. This says terrible things about the extent to which he is utterly out of touch with the material of his actual maths course, which must be passing in a sort of incomprehensible fog. It is my fervent belief that wolverine_nun's intellectual duty is to fail the little bugger, since by strict Darwinian principles no-one with that degree of obliviousness should be permitted to graduate.
My mad mother is celebrating her Cape Town visit in characteristic fashion; even as I type she is constructing curtains for my bedroom . Next up is to channel her onto sanding the wood for my new bookshelves. See Exploitation, Parental, for the use of, below.
